Part 2 :)

"I bet this is some sort of trick. They're playing the "oh-we're-good-but-only-long-enough-for-you-to-catch-us-and-then-we'll-kill-you", isn't it obvious?" Blaire stated dramatically. I glanced up briefly from my tasteless lunch, which I had just spent the last 10 minutes playing with. She had thrown her head back against the chair and lay limp. Imitating just how dead we would be, again. What a drama queen. I rolled my eyes as I cast them back down to my lunch. "We'll have to watch for any kind of slip up, but I say we just take them out now. Save us the trouble you know."

Bridget glared halfheartedly in response to Blaire, as she usually did when she blew things way out of proportion. Which was more often than not. But that was Bridget and Blaire for you. Bridget was always the motherly type; she had the skeptical look down pat. Then there was Blaire the rebellious whiney child. Where did I fit in? Well, I really didn't.

"We can't be so quick to jump to conclusions, and I do not need to explain to the Professor why you got into yet another fight," Bridget stated knowingly. Blaire huffed and flipped her dark bangs out of her heavily charcoaled eyes.

"Every fight I get into has a good reason behind it." She muttered moodily under her breath. I bit back a snicker and watched Bridget roll her eyes at our melodramatic sister.

"Because 'she looked at me funny' is not a good enough reason to punch someone Blaire." Bridget replied simply as she opened her Physics textbook. "Face it; you just love the adrenaline of a good fight." This is how discussions normally went. Bridget was always the voice of reason; while Blaire demanded action...reason didn't really exist with her. I would simply watch from the sidelines. They never asked my opinions, but I was so used to it now that it didn't even faze me.

"What do you think about this Brooke?" I glanced up from my lunch tray and met Bridget's pale pink eyes with a bewildered expression.

"What?" I asked, sounding just a frazzled as I looked.

"What do you think of the Rowdyruff situation?" Bridget asked shortly. "This does concern as much as it concerns us." Since when did she start believing that? It never concerned me. I'm just there, the third member, the one who can never get out of her head. I was the ditz.

"Well—" I stopped myself. What if my opinion was wrong? Blaire would certainly point it out and of course she'd win the argument.

"I understand this is difficult to grasp, but we really need your input as well." Bridget insisted. I held back a glare. I wasn't dumb, I understood this was big. She didn't need to reinforce it by talking to me like I was a child.

"I say we give them the benefit of the doubt," I stated quickly. Blaire and Bridget both looked at me, bewildered; even I couldn't believe what had just come out of my mouth. "I mean—they didn't attack us." Great reason, idiot.

"Of course they didn't, they're luring us into a false sense of security and then—" Blaire exclaimed irritably. She would have ranted for the rest of the lunch period, if Bridget didn't cut in.

"Blaire, you've already had your chance to speak. It's Brooke's turn now." She snapped. Her gaze turned back to me, bright eyes flashing. "Why should we give them the benefit of the doubt?" I hesitantly twirled the spork in my hands through my pasta. I heavily doubted they would understand my reasoning. I barely understood it myself as it was.

"Well, it did feel like something was off about the entire thing. They seemed less violent, even a little tame with the entire situation. It was like they weren't even expecting a fight." I replied slowly. "I don't know—I just think we should give them another chance. I haven't found any reason to mistrust them." I added quickly.

"But we also haven't been given reason to trust them either, though I do agree with you Brooke. Something did appear to be missing." Bridget noted with a nod. She closed her book and peered between the two of us. "I believe that for now, we shouldn't act, but that also means we shouldn't interact with them either." Her gaze was locked pointedly on me by this point. "Do we understand each other?" Again aimed more to me then to Blaire. Is it just because I got the chatty Rowdy? Blaire scoffed, obviously irritated with the complete lack of action that we were taking. I simply nodded and stood to throw away my lunch, it wasn't going to be eaten.

I stood at my locker after lunch, shuffling through the textbooks and folders for my art book. I was really hoping that art would distract me for a little bit. Just long enough to not have to worry about the Rowdyruffs. I wasn't expecting a miracle, just an hour where my heart wasn't racing with rising anticipation. A smile tugged at my lips as I pulled out the sketchpad and tucked it under my arm. Almost there, almost home free.

"Bub—I mean Brooke, you're taking art this hour too?" I froze; my hand was gripping the locker door so tight, I was certain that my fingers were leaving dents in the metal. "We should walk together, don't you think?" Boomer pulled up next to me, his hands were dug deep in the pockets of his faded blue jeans. He smiled toothily and gestured to the art book in my hand. "I love art too, not surprising since we kind of share the same DNA." He laughed and flipped his sandy bangs out of his eyes. "Why not be an upstanding citizen and walk the new kid to class?"

How was I going to answer that? I couldn't answer, that would be interaction. But even if I didn't answer, Boomer would just follow me and continue making conversation anyway. It was a lose, lose situation. "Fine," I muttered as I slammed my locker door shut. "Follow me." I called over my shoulder shortly.

Boomer caught up with me easily, effortlessly matching his stride with mine. "You know you act a lot less cute, than you were when we were five. Now you're just kind of—"

"Well I find no reason being for being 'cute' with someone who probably has plans to kill me." I snapped back before I could hold it back. Panic-stricken, I stopped midstride. Great job Brooke, that's how many screw ups today? Boomer had stopped as well, but from the look on his face he didn't look at all upset. A broad smile was pulled tightly across his face and he laughed.

"Is that what you and your sisters are worried about? Trust me, if we were going to attack, we would have the moment we entered the classroom. You know Butch; he would have acted without a second though." Boomer explained amusedly. "Like I said, you don't have anything to worry about. We're not here for a fight." He added after a moment.

"Then why are you here?" I asked coolly as I pulled on my ponytail in frustration. "Why would you show up in Townsville after 11 years?" It didn't make sense. Why would they return? I know they were stupid, but I didn't think they were this stupid. They have enough common sense don't they? Well, we can only hope they do. Boomer didn't respond and I rolled my eyes. "That's what I thought. Stay away from me." And with that I ducked into the art room. School had just become even more unbearable.